Wednesday, 11 September 2019

Another Hell Of A Ride...

This week has been challenging, to say the least. In My Time Of Need, my guardian angel has either deserted me completely or has been imbibing through my cache of vino, as the contents appear to be disappearing even faster than usual. Either way, she has been about as helpful as a dag in a sheep show.

However, getting Vanessa the assistance she actually needs, has caused both Michael and I to ferry her from Joondalup to Beverley and from Beverley to West Perth (via Joondalup). Hence when Michael arrived home from the return expedition, we gratefully retired for a Nanna Nap. Now remarkably improved, we shouted ourselves a pizza from IGA for dinner. Now enjoying a glass of vino each,  Michael has taken his position on the couch with Stella and Pip and I am endeavouring to catch up with this post.

Callum and Bronwyn are edging ever closer to having our Grandbaby in December. Bron's work pressures have eased somewhat and she will be starting her maternity leave earlyish in fourth term. Callum continues to wrangle his primary teaching gig with his science graduate course he is studying. Now accessing two days a week study leave, he may not require a snorkel for much longer and actually push his head above water.

Alex continues to be our Autistic Superstar and I am impatiently waiting for a full report of his new position as a kitchenhand. Whilst I am not particularly looking forward to his transition to the NDIS, this too will pass, hopefully with the minimum of paperwork and gnashing of teeth.

As for us, we have just over a month to provide Centrelink with updates they require pertaining to the unit trust of which Michael is one of the shareholders. The update is that there is no update, but we still have to provide evidence of this lack of updating. Wish us luck...

Stella has continued to delight, exasperate and add so much joy to us. She tried to catch the Pirate Parrot a couple of days ago, which resulted in Red taking emergency and evasive action, taking roost on Michael's head. Madame Ruby, now also known as Cranky Cat, is still sourly considering her options but is slowly accepting the presence of the interloper in her life. Pip is no longer a depressive, arthritic Jack Russell. He has renewed his love affair with walkies, engages in loud and boisterous games with Stella, which occasionally veer towards pornography for all to see.

Apologies to our latest artists for being rather lax in my East End Gallery online posts this week. Tomorrow, back in the Gallery, I hope to catch up on all these niggling tasks and get back on track.

And a word to my guardian angel - I need no additional help with the consumption of my wine supplies...just get on with your guardian angel job description.






Vanessa - beaming on her first day at work. She'll be back there soon...


Callum with fellow Ashfield teacher, Natasha...


Alex contemplating his fairyfloss!


Red took fright and flight!


Madame Cat's alter-ego...


Pip and Stella on their bed.





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